Perfectly Imperfect

Looking on the outside, You see a perfect girl, With a perfect family Who wears perfectly ironed clothes And probably spends hours Perfectly lining her eyes. She gets perfect grades In every class she takes, And after school, Gets on the bus, Talks to her perfect friends On her perfectly up to date cell phone, Kisses her perfect boyfriend, And walks the block to her Perfect suburban home. But at night, When it is just her and Her would-be perfect thoughts, The pressure of life Causes a cave-in. Her perfectly placed eyeliner Is now streaming down her cheeks. Through her tears, A gleaming something Catches her eye. She reaches for it, Admires the straight and Sharp edges. She takes the blade and Places it to her perfectly tanned wrist, Cuts across it, Making a straight, red, Perfect line.